


you got green on your mind

by Bawsanity (CrowsGirl15)



Category: Pitch (TV 2016)
Genre: F/M, Red Carpet, Rough Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Smut, formal wear, mike lawson is a mess
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2016-12-13
Updated: 2016-12-17
Packaged: 2018-09-08 10:02:09
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 2
Words: 5,249
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8840281
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/CrowsGirl15/pseuds/Bawsanity
Summary: Ginny Baker wears a dress with a thigh high slit on the red carpet. Mike Lawson forgets how to exist.





	1. Chapter 1

**Author's Note:**

> Title from "Devil in a New Dress".
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> Inspired by this [entire Tumblr conversation](http://mikeginsanity.tumblr.com/post/154423818057/ginnysmikes-bawsanity-mikeginsanity). But mostly inspired by the way Kylie Bunbury looked in this dress at the Critics' Choice Awards:  
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Mike wasn’t sure exactly what he’d done to deserve this.

He thought he’d lived a good life. Sure, he’d messed around with a few too many groupies, maybe over imbibed on cheap beer once or twice, driven too fast on the highway…but all in all, Mike was a good person. He gave to charity, helped his fellow man…

So what the  _fuck_  had he done to deserve this?

He’d already come to terms with the dress earlier in the night. When he had joined Blip and Evelyn to pick Ginny up at her hotel room ahead of Livan’s big charity event ( _“Livan has a charity?” “Shut up, Lawson, you’re going.”_ ), he was greeted by the sight of his rookie in a long, low cut green number that hugged her curves in a way that shouldn't be allowed in such close proximity to one Mike Lawson. He had skillfully stopped his mouth from falling open and given her a cursory "you clean up nice, Baker," as they got in the limo. While he may have wanted to stare just a few minutes longer, he’d done the right thing and stopped himself. And he thought that would be the end of it.

But then she had to walk the carpet – (before them, of course, no one was here for pictures of Mike or Blip) – and pause in the middle, her long left leg jutting out of a thigh-high slit.

And time stopped.

In the back of his brain, Mike knew there were people around. He knew it was his turn to step out onto that carpet, maybe even pose for a picture or two with the goddamn siren that had taken the place of his 23-year-old rookie. But the problem was, time had stopped, and Mike couldn't seem to get his feet to move with his focus so centrally located on that leg.

Oh, what legs like that could do. They looked good enough strutting along a red carpet, hidden by fabric, and he had to imagine they’d look even better in a pair of short shorts. Or panties. Or nothing at all. And he couldn’t stop himself from imagining how they’d feel wrapped around his back. Or maybe his waist. Or maybe his head…

 

_Jesus Christ, Lawson, get a grip._

 

But his feet were still frozen in place, his eyes locked on her dress, and her skin, and her everything. So much so that he barely noticed Blip elbow him in the side and actually press a hand into his back.

“One foot in front of the other, Mike, you can do it.”

The words broke him out of his reverie, and he looked back to find the amused, knowing faces of Blip and Evelyn Sanders.

“I…yeah, I was just waiting…”

"For the blood to rush back to your feet?" He shot an incredulous look at Evelyn, who just smiled at him and winked. "Nice dress, huh? I helped her stylist pick it out..."

He made a mental note to kill Evelyn when the night was over. Or buy her flowers. It was hard to decide. For the moment, he just gave her an appraising look and took a deep breath before turning back to the carpet.

"That's it, nice and easy," Blip's voice teased as he his hand pressed even harder, effectively pushing Mike onto the carpet.

Mike actually stumbled his way forward and cursed before righting his body and pausing for a few solo pictures. He didn’t look so bad himself. Talk about cleaning up well, he knew he was rocking his grey suit, light blue shirt, and tie that his stylist had assured him ‘brought out his eyes’. It was no barely there green dress…with just a couple straps holding it up…and a thigh high slit…

 

_You’re on camera, Lawson, don’t go there again._

 

"Can we get a few of you together?" Oh, good, the photographers were in on it too. He knew that turning them down would only raise more suspicion, so he steeled himself the way he would for an 0-2 count, and turned to face the music.

Ginny was smiling softly - not her real smile, but the one she gave the media, the public (Mike was  _not_  proud that he knew that) – and turned it to him before giving a slight nod and beckoning him toward her body. Mike had to remind himself to breathe as he approached the dress, swallowing very hard and forcing himself to place a palm on Ginny's back.

For a long moment, neither of them said anything, just posing for the camera the way they'd both practiced in media training. Mike still felt like he was floating somewhere outside his body – needed to feel that way, if he had any hope of staying upright and not either passing out or mauling her right here on the carpet. To her credit, Ginny's composure was first class, expert, like she had no idea how she was affecting her 37-year-old captain.

 

_You hear that, Lawson? You're 37-years-old. Control yourself._

 

But with four words, Ginny blew any hope of control out of the water. "You like the dress?"

Mike's eyes snapped over to her, his expression undoubtedly shocked as the cameras clicked around them. He deserved a medal for at least keeping his mouth closed. She  _knew_. She  _knew_  what she was doing to him. She  _knew_ the way that damn slit would affect him. She'd done this on purpose, probably just to torture him.

 

_This woman will be the death of you._

 

He swallowed hard and took a deep breath before turning his attention back to the cameras and then guiding her down the carpet to the entrance, his hand never leaving her spine. "You trying to torture me, Rook?" He murmured just loud enough for her to hear, his fingers curling subtly over to her waist.

"It working?" Her voice was so confident, almost mocking, and Mike could feel the heat of it travel down his spine and pool in his very interested cock. He knew what his answer was supposed to be. He was supposed to make a dumb joke. He was supposed to tell her to control  _her_ self. He was supposed to stop touching her waist and let her go entertain the crowd.

He didn't.

"Bathroom? 5 minutes?" It was her turn to look shocked, snapping her eyes over at him as he forced his eyes to stay trained forward.

"That a good idea, Captain?" She murmured out, her voice a lot less steady than a moment ago.

"Definitely not." He finally dropped his hand and turned to look at her, his eyes flashing as he cocked a brow. "But I owe you a proper thank you for that dress."

She shook her head incredulously, but it wasn’t a no, and Mike accepted her non response as agreement. He swallowed hard as she finally slipped away, that long leg teasing through the high slit with every step, and Mike was sure as ever that his rookie would be the death of him.


	2. Chapter 2

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Since so many of you asked for it, here's the follow up to Mike's reaction on the red carpet: the bathroom scene.
> 
> It's basically 4,000 words of pure smut. I blame all of you, but especially @mikeginsanity.

Mike figured he had about a 50% chance of this working out.

Best case scenario, Ginny ignored his request and didn’t show up at all. Sure, his ego would be bruised and he wouldn’t be able to do something about the pressure rapidly growing between his legs, but at least nothing would change. He would catch for her tomorrow, be her faithful batterymate, and they could revisit this idea in a couple years when they were no longer on the same team.

But Mike Lawson had never been very good at waiting.

 

_This has to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done…_

 

It was definitely the riskiest. Much to Mike’s surprise when he entered the ballroom, most of their team had shown up for this soiree. Apparently Livan knew how to draw a crowd. It was so many people that it actually took 15 minutes instead of the promised 5 for him to make his way into the bathroom, but he had met Ginny’s eyes before he left, and if her gaze was any indication, she knew exactly where he was headed.

Mike was so stuck on the idea of her not showing up that he almost didn’t hear the telltale creak behind him. He turned slowly in the (thankfully empty) bathroom to face the vision in green closing the door.

For the first minute they didn’t talk. Or even move. Ginny stood with her back against the door and looked, for lack of a better word, absolutely petrified. Alone, the sight of her all dressed up took on a whole new connotation. It reminded him just how _dirty_ this was. How inappropriate. They’d never even kissed, and now he was dragging her into public restrooms to have is way with her.

He approached slowly, stopping only about a foot in front of Ginny. She was nearly eye level with him in the strappy, green heels, and he needed to search if he was going to do this. To search her eyes, and that terrified expression, to make sure this was actually what she wanted.

She betrayed very little, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth and bringing a hand up to rest on the back of her neck. Mike was struck in that moment by just how inexperienced she was, how unsure she must feel about fooling around in a restroom. Forget that he was her captain, or 13 years older than her…he was a man, and that was enough.

 

             _A dirty old man. Don’t forget that._

 

Lost in thought, he barely noticed when Ginny slid that hand back down off her face, across her neck, and down her torso. He almost missed her eyes turning from embarrassed to downright black with wanting, and the way her palm pressed against her stomach. He almost missed how her other hand reached behind to secure the lock on the bathroom door.

But he didn’t miss when it inched forward and ran down his beard. He didn’t miss the way she knotted that same hand in his tie and pulled him forward. And he definitely didn’t miss the way those perfect, pouty lips fell out of her teeth to capture his.

Oh, it was so on.

Mike pressed forward, pushing Ginny up against the door, and relished the way she seemed to key up with every one of his movements. As scared as she had looked then was as enthusiastic as she acted now, giving in to every touch, lick, and taste, her head bouncing against the door as she pulled him in closer.

He could feel her everywhere. On his arms, in his mouth, along his skin. He brought his head down to kiss her neck, licking at her collarbone as his fingers trailed down the straps of that distracting dress. He pulled back to look at her, needing to look at her now, needing to know she was on board with where this was headed. But the way she keened and arched back, only giving him easier access, solidified his resolve.

 

             _Like there was any way you’d be able to stop this._

 

The dress had been what led to this moment, but now that he was here, it was the most offensive thing he could think of. Because under that dress was Ginny. Pure, perfect-bodied Ginny, with the tits, and the ass, and those legs, and all he needed was everything as he nosed down across her collarbone, letting his fingers push the fabric aside to expose both her breasts.

His beard slid down to brush across her nipple, his lips following with slow kisses, and he was rewarded by soft, needy moans escaping from her lips.

“Beard doing it for you, Baker?” He murmured against her skin, and she admonished him by tugging hard at his hair.

“Shut…up…” But the words were slow coming, and Mike knew he had her.

When he’d had enough of rubbing her nipples raw with the course facial hair, he knelt on the hard tile of the bathroom – bad knees be damned – so he could get a proper look at the evening’s distraction. Ginny made it easy on him, sliding her left leg to the side, through the slit, and allowing the fabric of the dress fall behind her. Green was her color, no denying that, but in that moment it was the worst thing Mike had ever seen. He wanted it gone, wanted it off…

Wanted just her.

He reached to run a hand along her bare thigh, her skin as smooth and perfect as he’d always assumed it would be. Ginny’s moans only served as a method of encouragement, and he walked his fingers up the corded muscle to see what he was working with underneath.

What he found was barely a piece of fabric, just a swath of a lace thong hanging from her hips, only serving to remind him just how _young_ she is. This was early 20s lingerie. This was the type of thing you wore when you didn’t need to worry about things like sagging hips, or a belly pooch.

 

             _The type of thing you wear when you’re a perfect-bodied 23-year-old athlete._

 

Mike shook his head and swallowed hard, slipping back into the moment before pulling the fabric down over her legs and letting her step out of it. After that, his movements got fuzzy.

He trailed fingers along her thigh again and slowly up her slit to settle on the bundle of nerves, which earned him a keening gasp and an arch forward. He let the heel of his hand press there for a long moment while his fingers explored, using the opportunity to discover the things that made Ginny Baker shake. He really didn’t have the luxury of taking his time, considering their surroundings, but could anyone really blame him for savoring this moment? It might be the last time he saw her like this, and he was going to make it count.

When she started to get impatient, nearly growling from above him, he knew it was time to take this further. With just a twist of his torso, he got an arm under that perfect, distracting leg and hoisted it up onto his shoulder, _kissing_ up her thigh this time and finally getting his mouth where he wanted it. Where they both wanted it. Removing the hand, he replaced it with his tongue, tracing a figure eight around her clit before sucking it into his mouth.

He could hear her head bang back against the door, but before he could check if she was all right she was pulling at his hair to tug his head closer. He didn’t dare stop, then, instead licking and sucking a rhythmic pattern into her bundle of nerves, making Ginny keen and writhe her body above him.

His middle finger slowly worked its way into her body, and he was amazed at the way her thigh somehow squeezed his head on its own. It was too much, and not enough, and all he needed was more from those legs, and that cunt, and Ginny, and everything she had to offer.

 

             _You need to give her an experience she won’t forget._

 

His screaming knees gave him an idea, and with a sweep of his other arm he pulled her right leg over his shoulder so she was off the ground, bracketing his head. The dress rucked up around her hips and his tongue stilled only momentarily to let them both get used to the position before lashing at her clit again. Ginny’s moans only rose in intensity, muffled by a hand she was no doubt using to keep herself quiet.

The moans turned into surprised yelps as he got his feet underneath him to move into a crouch, and then stood upright, carrying her shaking body with him. Her hands pressed against the ceiling, her legs wrapped around his head, and while her weight bore down on him, his back and knees could take 125 pounds of muscle.

It was the dirtiest, most athletic sexual experience of Mike Lawson’s life, and all he wanted was more.

 

             _You want it all._

 

He was surrounded by Ginny. By her scent, her feel, her wet pussy practically dripping into his mouth and beard. Mike could suffocate like this, and he wouldn’t care. Would die happy, doing the one thing he thought he’d never get to do but now never wanted to stop for the rest of his life. His fingers scissored inside her now, his tongue switching angles, and he could swear he heard a scream from behind that hand of hers (though he wasn’t hearing much of anything with her thighs pressing against his ears the way they were).

They couldn’t last long like this. Ginny wouldn’t be able to hold herself up, Mike’s back would go out, and the sounds would be enough to get the entire party running in here to see what happened. But that just meant Mike had to get her there a little faster.

He started curling the fingers now, stroking inside her, studying what made those perfect thighs quiver and her voice raise. In the end, it was a twist of the tongue that did her in, everything tightening – her thighs, her pussy, her grip on his hair – and he felt the explosion through her entire body, only letting up when she came down and her hips slumped down to his chest.

 

             _You’re never coming back from this, Lawson, don’t even try._

 

When he let her down, her legs were shaking and her chest heaved as she leaned back on the door. Mike couldn’t help the self satisfied smile from stretching along his face, his hands keeping the dress rucked up against her hips. One eye opened tentatively, but when she saw his face, she shook her head and closed it.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she slurred out as her breath came back to normal, and he let out a soft laugh while his fingertips trailed along her stomach.

“Like what?” He teased back.

“Like you’re God’s gift to women just because your ridiculous, overbuilt muscles can do…that…” She pointed up to the ceiling, her eyes open and daring now, and he laughed again before pushing forward into her a little.

“Didn’t hear you complaining about my ridiculous, overbuilt muscles a second ago.”

“Mmm, I was distracted.” Ginny swallowed hard and cocked an eyebrow before rolling her torso forward so his hard cock, still trapped inside the confines of his suit pants, bumped up against her stomach. “Guess I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed that.”

Mike’s returning snark got lost in his throat as she went to work, reaching to undo his pants and slide a hand inside, wrapping it around the shaft of his very, very interested dick. The gasp that escaped her lips was nothing new, but coming from her it filled him with a deep pride he’d probably need to dissect later. He knew he was big. Knew it from the way women told him, his teammates joked about it, Deadspin wrote stories…but being big for _Ginny_ was a whole other thing.

 

             _It shouldn’t be. This is just another fuck, right?_

 

Her explorations didn’t end there. She undid his pants and pushed them down, along with his boxer briefs, just that he came bobbing out in his entirety. She looked down then and actually licked her lips before bringing her gaze up to his and cocking a brow. “You got something we can use for…all that?”

Mike’s brain went cloudy as he realized the weight of her question. Not that he hadn’t _planned_ on going further, but knowing she wanted to, that she was desperate enough to actually ask for it, was almost more than he could handle. “You sure?” He needed affirmative consent if they were going to do this, if he was going to risk _this_ in the bathroom of a fucking charity event.

He was rewarded with a dimply grin and another bite of the lip. “Oh, I’m definitely sure.”

Mike nodded and reached down to pull the wallet out of his back pocket, retrieving a condom from between the bills. It earned him a huff of a laugh from Ginny, and he looked over again, priding himself on how thoroughly debauched she looked.

“You have plans tonight, Lawson?” She cocked her brow, trying to look coy, but with her hair falling out of its slicked back style, her lips red from biting at them, and her dress bunched up around her middle to expose both her beasts and her pussy at the same time, she had no hope of looking anything but desperate for it. And Mike took full advantage.

“You want to mock my life choices, or you want to do this for real?” He growled out, and was rewarded by her eyes going dark, her breath quickening, and her hands reaching for the condom.

“Let me…” she practically cooed out, and Mike could swear his brain short circuited as he handed over the packet of foil, letting her rip it open and slide the rubber over his weeping cock.

 

             _Jesus, is she trying to make me come before I even get inside her?_

 

He controlled himself long enough to lean back and allowing Ginny’s strong hands to finish the job, loving the way she bit her lip in some mix of anticipation and pure excitement. Her eyes finally met his, and he saw something vulnerable behind the blown out pupils. Something that should probably have given him pause, made him pull back and ask what was there. Something that probably should have made him think twice about taking her in the middle of a charity event with her agent and half their teammates right outside the door.

But he was too far gone to do the right thing.

With a thought to his achy joints, he spun Ginny around then, lifting her long enough to bring her over to the sink and sit her bare ass against the counter, the dress billowing back into the mirror and across the faucets. This would be easier, would give him the leverage he’d need to fuck her how he wanted without risking spasms for the game tomorrow.

 

             _Both your game tomorrow. Because she’s your teammate._

 

He shook it off and tugged her down to the edge of the counter, preening at the way she yelped and reached to grab at his hips. He made a mental note of her penchant for him manhandling her, while his subconscious screamed that he wouldn’t need to know that. Because this was a one time thing.

With her hips canted upwards, her ass rubbing against his upper thighs, and a soft, “please, Mike…” escaping her lips, he figured they’d both waited long enough, and he entered her slowly, his cock pushing past the tight ring of muscle to try and slide home home.

She was tight. She would have been tight with two fingers inside her, so it felt like his length must be splitting her in half. But she showed no sign of discomfort. Quite the opposite, actually, her eyes rolled back just slightly and her hips chased his, trying to get him in quicker. It felt amazing and heartbreaking and perfect all at once, and Mike actually gasped when he bottomed out in her, finally daring to meet her eyes.

“You good?” He murmured, proud of his ability to keep any semblance of coherence in this mind-numbing moment.

“Mmm, be better if you move, captain…” A flash of white heat shot up his spine at the honorific, and he was sure more than ever that this 23-year-old rookie was a siren sent from hell to kill him with sex.

 

             _But what a way to go_.

 

She let out a frustrated noise beneath him and wiggled her hips, a motion Mike felt like hot sparks through his cock. He realized he’d been still and staring for longer than was appropriate, and he grinned down at her impatience, her hips grinding forward into him.

“Seriously, Lawson, am I gonna have to do this myself?” Though the image was a pleasant one, it wasn’t what he had in mind tonight, and he finally pulled his hips back and pressed forward, setting a slow rhythm, letting her get used to his length and girth.

But Ginny wasn’t having it, and she let out another one of those frustrated growls before reaching a calloused hand out to press into his hip, almost forcing him forward. “God, come on, I won’t break, fuck me!” It took him by surprise, to be honest. He hadn’t thought she’d be so forceful in this area. That her lack of experience would mean he had to hold back.

 

             _You should have known better than to underestimate Ginny Baker_.

 

He let out an actual growl then, and ramped everything up. His hands moved forward to anchor on her hips and drag them even tighter into his body, his fingers dug into her hipbones hard enough to leave bruises, and his own lower body started moving at an almost punishing pace. His cock pounded into her, her hips tilted up now to take him even deeper, and Mike was pretty sure he’ never felt anything this amazing.

Apparently, he’d found exactly what Ginny wanted. Her head thrashed against the counter, one hand holding onto the edge and the other scrabbling for purchase against a chrome faucet.  Her thighs fell wider to let him in deeper, while she let her eyes shut and mouth fall open.

“Baker, look at me…” He demanded, and she opened her eyes to give him that look again. The one that implied there was a little more at stake in this encounter. And he almost stopped again.

But then her muscles contracted around him and he forgot how to think. And breathe. And do anything other than continue to pound into the perfect body beneath him.

 

_Fuck, she really is strong_ everywhere.

 

Time was no longer part of the equation as he got lost in the feeling of her pussy wrapped around him, his cock actually fucking _trembling_ inside her as he tried to hold back and give it his all simultaneously. It could have been five minutes or two hours before he heard the telltale sign of her breath growing short, her grip tightening everywhere, and her eyes screwing shut in a look of pure concentration.

He finally let a hand slide between them, spreading her and strumming at her clit, knowing he wasn’t going to last long once Ginny started trembling. He worked the bundle of nerves, and was rewarded by her sliding a hand over her mouth again, and her cunt tightening impossibly around him.

“That’s it, baby…come with me…” In the end, he thinks it was the _baby_ that did it, because her eyes shot open and her whole body seemed to spasm with want, liquid just gushing around his cock still buried inside her.

He wanted to talk her through it, but he was beyond words, beyond everything but thrusting feverishly into her pussy and falling over the edge. Reds, whites, and purples all flashed behind his eyes as he emptied into the condom, the orgasm practically ripping through his cock, sharp and desperate, before he finally came down to look at her.

While his body waned nothing more than to collapse forward, his eyes went wide when he realized she wasn’t done, still rutting her hips forward, forcing her clit against his thumb, and suddenly _that_ was all he wanted, to make her go a third time.

 

_Holy fucking shit, you’re done for, Lawson._

 

“You gonna…?” he murmured as his thumb kept working, his cock softening but still apparently doing it for her if the way she squeezed and rotated around it was any indication. It was too much for his too-sensitive dick, but he could take one for the team if she just kept _doing_ that.

“Yeah…yeah, Mike, I’m gonna…” And that was all he got before she dove head first into another perfect orgasm, her body shuddering a little less violently, but the look on her face softened, a sated smile stretching across her features. Her hands went slack on the faucet and counter and reached to pull him down into her.

He risked a lot to kiss her again, soft and languid, no pretense this time, just them. Body pulling back, he met her eyes once more before sliding out and discarding the condom. When he came back, paper towels (the good ones, thank God for small favors) in hand to get them both clean, the apprehension was back in her expression and all he wanted – besides another go at that perfect body later on – was to make it go away.

“Ginny, you good?” He handed her the towels and pulled his pants back up before looking in the mirror to fix his rumpled shirt, tie, and hair. There was no question what he’d been up to. His neck was still flushed with orgasm, and his beard was soaking wet from where he’d had it buried in her pussy. He looked over at her while washing it out, and she wouldn’t meet his eyes as she stood from the counter.

“Gin?” He tried again, watching her cover back up and walk to retrieve her panties from the other side of the room before returning to the mirror and doing the best she could to fix her own appearance.

When she finally spoke, it was hoarse and rough, and he was actually embarrassed at the way it went straight to his groin.

 

_Mike...you couldn’t even handle that if you wanted to, Old Man._

 

“You just had to go for the sink, didn’t you, Lawson?” And he gave her a measured look as she revealed several wet stains on the bottom of her skirt, no doubt where it had bunched up against the counter.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he rolled his eyes and came up behind her to help her fix the straps in the back. “I thought you might want your catcher’s knees tomorrow when you go for your tenth win.”

It was the wrong thing to say. They both knew it. He could actually see Ginny retreat into herself at the realization of what they’d done, and he could feel a similar dread sliding through his body.

 

             _I tried to tell you…_

 

With a soft sigh, he brought a hand to her hip, looking over her shoulder at their reflections. She looked presentable again, stains aside, and he could at least pass for someone who _didn’t_ just have sex in the bathroom. He could have ended it there. Should have ended it there. Should have stopped this from going any further, maybe broken her heart a little (definitely broken his), but it would be for the best in the long run. One day she’d thank him.

But, instead, he did what he shouldn’t. He did the _last_ thing he should do.

“Well, since you _will_ have my knees tomorrow, and you’re gonna follow my signs to get the win…” She scoffed before letting him continue. “Why don’t we celebrate that 10 th win back at my place?"

He held his breath for the response, but the returning smile made everything worth it.

Maybe she wouldn’t be the death of him after all.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Follow me on Tumblr at [Bawsanity](http://bawsanity.tumblr.com).

**Author's Note:**

> Follow me on Tumblr at [Bawsanity](http://bawsanity.tumblr.com).
> 
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